A signal bleeped back onto the console. LeeRoy's face lit up a bit with enthusiasm. "A return channel, perfect some communi-"

Jibberish and nonsense.

"-cation. Right, I think I win that self bet of English not being very likely." Opening up a display console he lines himself up with a camera to present himself to whosoever is on the other end of the com link. "Greetings and salutations! I am LeeRoy and I mean you no harm. And I swear to the various gods that if this gets mistranslated I will be incredibly furious at all of them." 

'Not like you could do much to them, I mean, they are gods.'

"True. But anyway. I mean you folks no harm! I am a traveler and scientist!" The latter was true, the traveling scientist bit. But LeeRoy is always prepared to harm, especially those who attempt to harm him. Which was to be prepared for, these were clearly militant vessels. Surrounding a planet with ships that large? Either unsightly satellites or warships, there really was never much in between when it came to that particular design choice.

'Real convincing Popeye the Bearded Man.'

"How do you even know that reference?"

'I live in your head, numbnuts.'

"How do I keep forgetting that?"

'You also forget that you're on live camera feed to a possible evil alien.'

"I genuinely hate you." His ears rang as laughter filled his head, that witch was going to get his ship destroyed. They would think he's a madman, talking to nothingness in an empty ship. Not too far off really, sometimes he wondered if the Voidman was even real, but LeeRoy didn't want the extraterrestrials knowing that he might be crazy. "Not you, the uh. Servant robot that is just off camera, yes."